Friday, May 01, 2015

Using the lid from a Bic pen,
I scour the floorboards' expansion gap.I pick through my daughter's
hair, boil wash my son's capAnd spray the roses. Weekend
of moths, nits and aphids,And of Pico's syncretism.Russians mistake my verse for
steganography.As if I could be got to, with
my housemaid’s knee.